i got more pots brimming with boiling water
than i do backburners (and i suppose front burners as well).
god, what confusion has been doing to my head i might never know. boredom wraps me up in it's surprisingly strong arms and whispers sweet nothings like sirens into my ears. it likes me so much, it doesn't want me to go find out what else is in the world. and how do you fight that? with enthusiastic pepper spray. maybe even a productivity taser.
yes. no. no, i mean yes. wait no, oh well... yeah. okay no. yes i think. i'm pretty sure that this time i'm almost sure. uh huh. no, not nuh uh, uh huh. this is what it's like in my head when i think about what's going on between her and i. complete see saw of confidence, and i'm starting to kill the grass underneath me. sometimes i think "yeah, we'll just take this time off, and maybe something will happen in the future. yes maybe even the way future." and sometimes i think "no way man, remember those things you heard? like "waste of time" and "i feel so alive"? she doesn't need you anymore. as your mom would say, that ship has sailed. now you just gotta get over it!" and still yet, i think "what if you get what you want? what then? what are you going to do?" so its slightly confusing. sometimes i can be so sure like, "i just want to go back and plead for forgiveness and tell her i'll truly make the best effort i can to keep the flame going." and then other times i'll think "no man, i mean, it didn't work out, just face it. you're not doing what you wanted to do, and that is live with the mistakes you've made. just face them buddy."
every cloud has a silver lining. i saw mine, grabbed it, and pawned it.
i've been drawing comics and making up drama in the form of short stories just to keep myself occupied. you know what, i think i'm going to not talk about this again. right here right now. i'm not going to babble on about the past and her and i anymore. i just need to let go. and so... snip snip.
need a break from your life? immerse yourself in drama! because "hard times are in fashion" :
writing drama is somewhat easy. for beginners at least. just take a scene you've seen done a million times in movies. mine for example, involves four main characters. a man, his significant other, the man's ex, and her significant other. it takes place at a restaurant. begin the catalyzing action and go with it. it's not that hard.
michael: "oh god"
sara: "what is it?
michael: "my ex. what is she doing here?"
jennifer: "hello michael"
michael: nods head "hello jennifer"
jennifer: to sara "hi, i'm jennifer, and you are?..."
sara: "sara."
jennifer: "nice to meet you sara."
michael: thinks to self (that bitch. she didn't even wait for me to introduce sara. how dare she make me look bad at my dinner and assume such familiarity with sara?)
michael: "so what brings you here jennifer?"
jennifer: "oh you know, this and that..." she stares off into the distance, dragging out the awkwardness like a medieval quartering.
jennifer: "this is a nice place. funny. we never came here." she says while looking at michael with a stubborn unsatisfied scowl.
michael hastily tosses his napkin on the table, stands up, and takes jennifer by the arm "may i have a word with you?"
just as he finishes his sentence he's assaulted with a man saying "HEY BUDDY, GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"
michael turns around and is shoved by a man bigger in stature than he. michael straitens out his clothes and then looks the man directly in the eye and says "fuck off, this is none of your concern."
jennifer: "oh sorry michael, this is edward."
michael gives him a shrewd once over.
michael: "so i guess using good judgment isn't one of your strong points." he says first looking at edward, and then to jennifer.
edward punches michael in the nose. before michael can lunge back, the people around all of them who have been watching, rise from their chairs and break up michael and edward.
jennifer: "sorry michael, he's a little overprotective."
michael: "that son of a bitch has nothing worth protecting."
all four of the main characters are politely asked to leave the restaurant for the commotion they caused.
outside, michael and sara hail a taxi. because of michael's bleeding nose and bloodied up hands and shirt, the taxi driver refuses to take them. just then, edward and jennifer drive up in their car. michael can see edward's elbow out the window and smug face beaming. just behind it is jennifer in the passenger's seat.
jennifer: "nice to see you michael. looks like your doing real well."
jennifer and edward laugh and drive away.
sara: "don't worry honey, i'll call one of my friends."
michael: "assholes. the both of them. i'd like to run those smug smiles off their faces with a cheese grater."
sara: "hon," she pauses, puts her hand on his arm, and looks him in the eye "it's okay... yes hello? deb? can you give me and michael a lift home?-" sound moves from sara talking to michael's thoughts
michael: (i can't believe any of what happened tonight. well, actually i can. what the hell kind of right do they have pulling that shit? i swear, if i ever see them again...-" return to sara speaking
sara: "is that okay? michael? michael?"
michael: "oh what? sorry, i was miles away." (sound familiar?)
sara: "deb's gonna be here in ten."
michael: "god, if you're car wasn't in the shop, and mine didn't fail to start, we could have avoided that last little insult added to injury."
sara becomes distant. michael's last remark offended her. michael realizes that his bitterness has spread to the ones that don't deserve it (esp. sara).
michael: "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to say you were to blame. i just got a sleeping dog woken up tonight and i think it's still barking."
sara turns around and looks at michael. her head is tiled slightly and her arms are crossed. the expression on her face speaks of disappointment, but sighs into a grin.
sara: "hey, they're gone now. and you got me" she gently grabs him by the flaps of his jacket, and on her tip toes, gives him a kiss.
michael: "how do you do it?"
sara: "a woman has her ways."
michael: "and a man has... well, i don't know."
sara: "well i know what this man has, and that's a wonderful girlfriend."
michael and sara stare into each other's eye for a brief second, kiss again, and then start slow dancing the beat of their own drum.
***
see? that shit's easy. i will admit though, most of the way michael and sara love each other is much in the same way tony parsons portrays harry and cyd's relationship. other than that, it's all original. simple. so make some up of your own. you'll either make yourself sorta want to puke if it gets too mushy, or find some great shit that you'd be entertained watching on a screen.
later
god, what confusion has been doing to my head i might never know. boredom wraps me up in it's surprisingly strong arms and whispers sweet nothings like sirens into my ears. it likes me so much, it doesn't want me to go find out what else is in the world. and how do you fight that? with enthusiastic pepper spray. maybe even a productivity taser.
yes. no. no, i mean yes. wait no, oh well... yeah. okay no. yes i think. i'm pretty sure that this time i'm almost sure. uh huh. no, not nuh uh, uh huh. this is what it's like in my head when i think about what's going on between her and i. complete see saw of confidence, and i'm starting to kill the grass underneath me. sometimes i think "yeah, we'll just take this time off, and maybe something will happen in the future. yes maybe even the way future." and sometimes i think "no way man, remember those things you heard? like "waste of time" and "i feel so alive"? she doesn't need you anymore. as your mom would say, that ship has sailed. now you just gotta get over it!" and still yet, i think "what if you get what you want? what then? what are you going to do?" so its slightly confusing. sometimes i can be so sure like, "i just want to go back and plead for forgiveness and tell her i'll truly make the best effort i can to keep the flame going." and then other times i'll think "no man, i mean, it didn't work out, just face it. you're not doing what you wanted to do, and that is live with the mistakes you've made. just face them buddy."
every cloud has a silver lining. i saw mine, grabbed it, and pawned it.
i've been drawing comics and making up drama in the form of short stories just to keep myself occupied. you know what, i think i'm going to not talk about this again. right here right now. i'm not going to babble on about the past and her and i anymore. i just need to let go. and so... snip snip.
need a break from your life? immerse yourself in drama! because "hard times are in fashion" :
writing drama is somewhat easy. for beginners at least. just take a scene you've seen done a million times in movies. mine for example, involves four main characters. a man, his significant other, the man's ex, and her significant other. it takes place at a restaurant. begin the catalyzing action and go with it. it's not that hard.
michael: "oh god"
sara: "what is it?
michael: "my ex. what is she doing here?"
jennifer: "hello michael"
michael: nods head "hello jennifer"
jennifer: to sara "hi, i'm jennifer, and you are?..."
sara: "sara."
jennifer: "nice to meet you sara."
michael: thinks to self (that bitch. she didn't even wait for me to introduce sara. how dare she make me look bad at my dinner and assume such familiarity with sara?)
michael: "so what brings you here jennifer?"
jennifer: "oh you know, this and that..." she stares off into the distance, dragging out the awkwardness like a medieval quartering.
jennifer: "this is a nice place. funny. we never came here." she says while looking at michael with a stubborn unsatisfied scowl.
michael hastily tosses his napkin on the table, stands up, and takes jennifer by the arm "may i have a word with you?"
just as he finishes his sentence he's assaulted with a man saying "HEY BUDDY, GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"
michael turns around and is shoved by a man bigger in stature than he. michael straitens out his clothes and then looks the man directly in the eye and says "fuck off, this is none of your concern."
jennifer: "oh sorry michael, this is edward."
michael gives him a shrewd once over.
michael: "so i guess using good judgment isn't one of your strong points." he says first looking at edward, and then to jennifer.
edward punches michael in the nose. before michael can lunge back, the people around all of them who have been watching, rise from their chairs and break up michael and edward.
jennifer: "sorry michael, he's a little overprotective."
michael: "that son of a bitch has nothing worth protecting."
all four of the main characters are politely asked to leave the restaurant for the commotion they caused.
outside, michael and sara hail a taxi. because of michael's bleeding nose and bloodied up hands and shirt, the taxi driver refuses to take them. just then, edward and jennifer drive up in their car. michael can see edward's elbow out the window and smug face beaming. just behind it is jennifer in the passenger's seat.
jennifer: "nice to see you michael. looks like your doing real well."
jennifer and edward laugh and drive away.
sara: "don't worry honey, i'll call one of my friends."
michael: "assholes. the both of them. i'd like to run those smug smiles off their faces with a cheese grater."
sara: "hon," she pauses, puts her hand on his arm, and looks him in the eye "it's okay... yes hello? deb? can you give me and michael a lift home?-" sound moves from sara talking to michael's thoughts
michael: (i can't believe any of what happened tonight. well, actually i can. what the hell kind of right do they have pulling that shit? i swear, if i ever see them again...-" return to sara speaking
sara: "is that okay? michael? michael?"
michael: "oh what? sorry, i was miles away." (sound familiar?)
sara: "deb's gonna be here in ten."
michael: "god, if you're car wasn't in the shop, and mine didn't fail to start, we could have avoided that last little insult added to injury."
sara becomes distant. michael's last remark offended her. michael realizes that his bitterness has spread to the ones that don't deserve it (esp. sara).
michael: "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to say you were to blame. i just got a sleeping dog woken up tonight and i think it's still barking."
sara turns around and looks at michael. her head is tiled slightly and her arms are crossed. the expression on her face speaks of disappointment, but sighs into a grin.
sara: "hey, they're gone now. and you got me" she gently grabs him by the flaps of his jacket, and on her tip toes, gives him a kiss.
michael: "how do you do it?"
sara: "a woman has her ways."
michael: "and a man has... well, i don't know."
sara: "well i know what this man has, and that's a wonderful girlfriend."
michael and sara stare into each other's eye for a brief second, kiss again, and then start slow dancing the beat of their own drum.
***
see? that shit's easy. i will admit though, most of the way michael and sara love each other is much in the same way tony parsons portrays harry and cyd's relationship. other than that, it's all original. simple. so make some up of your own. you'll either make yourself sorta want to puke if it gets too mushy, or find some great shit that you'd be entertained watching on a screen.
later